Friday, January 9, 2009

I'm Not Afraid Anymore

It's late.

I should be asleep.

I know I will rue posting this late tomorrow morning.

I can't sleep because I have so much running through my head.

And my neighbor is listening to music very loud and I can feel and hear the vibrations very distinctly.

Today was a great day. I received a lot of courage and inspiration. The Boss gave me thousands of tight hugs and snotty nosed kisses. I made pizza for My Love - ready to eat when he walked through the door. We went on a "date" tonight by watching the 1980's version of Flash Gordon while cuddling and laughing at the cheesiness of it all. We cuddled a lot. We were happy. And I made a decision.

I want to always be happy. I need to stop hiding who I long to be. I have always been in love with the styles of the forties. I LOVE them. I love the hats, the gloves, the skirts, the colors, everything about that era. Today, after much thought, I decided I need to become the woman I have always wanted to be.

I have always been a timid person. I have been afraid to stand out and to do my own thing. Well not anymore. Now is the best time for me to be her. I want to wear the cute hats and gloves. I want to add color and pizazz to my life. I want to be so much more than I am, and I will.

I have visions of the DI and Savers flying through my mind. I have images of how I can decorate to have a beautiful dream house. I want to paint The Boss' room a pale green... something like a light mint green. I want to hang brightly colored pictures on his walls. I want to paint his bookshelf and spruce it up by adding a back to it. I am ready to be daring and add sauce to my life. I need my house to be as bright as the summer so even when I am cooped up in the winter I still have beautiful colors around me and I can still smell the vibrancy of the hot seasons. I love the heat.

I am already so much happier now! I have that old spring in my step and saucey twinkle in my eye. Just ask my husband. So now the question stands... who wants to go shopping with me?
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